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Ophiuchus

I went to bed thinking I was driven, stubborn, good natured, not entirely reliable, passionate, adventurous, dedicated to learning, fiery, honest to the point of bluntness, and that my sign was the fabulously strong, masculine this:

And I woke up learning that I am poetical, wise, a seeker of fame, a beloved of authority and fathers, a builder, one whom others envy, who likes to wear—plaid?–and my sign is a weird this:

Yes, there are certain overlapping qualities between the two signs, seems those born between Nov 29 and Jan 20 in general are potentially brilliant and self absorbed leaders, but “wears plaid”? Really?

It’s disconcerting.

Especially since I was going to lean on that “unreliable” Sagittarius trait as an excuse for the lazy blogging. It seems, my fellow bloggers, I’ve been kidnapped by the Tweeters.

“They tend to be optimistic and have a great capacity for faith, as it is this good-natured faith that usually plays into their fortunate endeavors. They are not usually known for their reliability (unless they also have a significant Capricorn influence) because their attentions have a tendency to be scattered.

Sagittarius is a fire sign, which imparts a fiery enthusiasm that shows through their (blunt) sincerity, honest convictions and drive for independence. They enjoy adventures and are partial to the great outdoors”

I was telling my husband the other day that according to the new changes I’m supposed to be an Aries—a risk taker who loves sports and adventure. He nearly died laughing as that’s a great description of my brother (who was an Aries under the old arrangement) but certainly not of me. I’m still a Taurus damnit!